The dumbass freezes momentarily, his body stilling, his pulse quickening. “Keep my daughter out of this.”
I shake my head as I take the piano wire in one hand while I use the other to smash his cheek against the window. “I wasn’t the one who brought her into it, asshole. You signed off on her deathandthe bill of sale. So which is it?”
“What are you talking about? I did no such thing. I’d never let harm come to one hair on her head let alone be the one to cause it.” Boris pauses, his mind probably racing and I give him a little more slack so he can think clearly. For his sake and his daughter’s. “Tatiana is safe, she’s in the Hamptons with Mia. You’re lying. Trying to get more money?—”
I pull him back then slam him against the window. “You aren’t listening. I told you, you’re already making me a rich man, I don’t need anything else from you. Just the details of whatever sick fucking game you’re playing with your four year old daughter.”
“Tatiana is safe!” he shouts. “I’d never hurt her, never!”
“Never your daughter, only yoursons,is that it?”
“They’re traitors! Perverse and sick! They brought on their own deaths by fucking each other and trying to have me killed! They betrayed me and their mother, they are dead to me!”
Interesting.
I was curious what kind of bullshit Mia pushed in order to get him to agree to have Dimitri killed. Niko’s hit was easier to sign off on since he saw first hand that they had mated, and he fucking hated that, but taking out his only biological son wasn’t going to be as smooth. Not until he had a little devil whispering lies in his ear, and now we know what was said.
“Release me and I’ll let them live. I’ll leave all of you alone, just free me so I can make sure my daughter is safe.”
“That isn’t your job anymore, my friend.” With that, I pull as hard as I can, twisting the wire around my fists as I lift the bastard off the ground, sliding the metal cord through his throat like butter until I hear it pass through cartilage, blood spraying across the spotless glass in a fan before it runs down over his chest. I press him against the window, tugging as I watch his reflection, his eyes widening in horror as the cord goes clean through and everything from the neck down slowly slides to the floor. “I can promise you that. Your children are mine to protect now, and you can burn in hell while I do.”
I take a step back and lower my wire, his head landing at my feet with a loud, wet thud before I spin on my heel and run back to where the action is, satisfied with my results and ready to share with my mates. After we kill everyone in daddio’s office, of course.
Which happens almost exactly forty-five minutes later.
“Goddamnit,” Dimitri pants as he pushes a finger into the new hole in his leather jacket that goes straight through to his shoulder. “This coat must be cursed.”
Styx shakes his head with a laugh, flexing his bruised and swollen fingers as he slides the brass off of them. “Maybe it’s you, love, and not your choices in fashion.”
D scowls and Niko lets out a tired chuckle, but I’m too focused on taking inventory to make sure all of my mates’ parts are accounted for and relatively unharmed.
Niko is rough but not bad, some bumps and bruises, and I can see where a few bullets grazed him. Dimitri seems to have been shot at least twice but neither are producing a lot of blood, not like the hole in Styx’s bicep that’s steadily leaking a thick stream down to his hand.
Worse for wear, but nothing fatal or permanent aside from resulting in scars.
“Boris is dead, I take it?” D asks as his good eye moves over his father’s blood on my face and chest.
I nod. “Had a chat first, but the Bratva king is dead, long live the usurping queen. We should take his head with us.”
“You got shot.”
I frown as they ignore my suggestion and follow our omega’s line of sight until I see what he does, my brow furrowing further as I take in the growing bloodstain on the front of my tank top, then shake my head. “Stabbed. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine, you’re bleeding.”
"We're all bleeding. Where does Boris keep his jet?”
Niko blinks at me then sighs. “He has a runway out back.”
“I can fly,” I say as I probe the hole in my gut the same way D was poking at his shoulder. “After I get a bandaid on this.”
“I’llfly,” Dimitri says as Styx and Niko each get under one of my arms right before my knees give out. “You let them fix you up with more than a bandaid. This shit is far from over, especially since you not only killed Boris but implied he’s in at least two pieces, and we need you to be somewhat functional for when the shit hits the fan again.”
“Fix me up?” I look between my beta and omega, my mind a little fuzzy as we start walking out the busted windows. “Does that mean I get bandaidsanda blowjob?”
“Jesus Christ," Dimitri grumbles. “Always thinking with his dick, even when he’s bleeding out.”
Not just my dick. Mostly, but my heart is a close second with my brain bringing up the rear.
